The late sun is setting

The late sun is setting

the neighbor’s tree aglow.

Many leaves are brightened

to transparent golden hearts

that sigh and lean against the sky

in confidence.

All the darker leaves that lie

farther from the west—

prevented by the others from the blessing—

are willing to be softened

by the slightest glance the sun may send

among the leaves to find them.

The neighbor’s tree is deified

in this sinking light

that lifts it into momentary glory.

(July 1972)